What You In Fo' Lyrics - Essential Wu-tang Clan - Wu-tang Clan

[jail interlude] 

[RZA] 

Son I just slapped my bitch 

Came to my crib 'bout half past six 

Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed 

I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?" 

She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick 

I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK 

She got all excited, tryin to throw fit 

Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH! 

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[Method Man] 

What you in fo'? It happened in the club 

with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love 

Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was 

Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does 

in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club 

And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub 

It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me 

shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby 

Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove 

What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden Gloves 

I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug 

I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz 

I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz 

Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug 

What you in fo'? 

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[Streetlife] 

I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty 

The Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down" 

I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds 

and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now? 

Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown 

Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down 

Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us 

(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust 

(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice 

I might bang you twice and take double the life 

What you in fo'? 

[Raekwon the Chef] 

Jail status - get up 

Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right? 

Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live 

Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big 

So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in 

glocks we call 'em oxes 

Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit 

Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes 

Slide brokers where phones get hid 

Fuck with Russians and Latins 

The most powerful marble black slipper style 

Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrown 

Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops 

Notarized wigs, lay six months 

That's alright dog, make it home Lord 

Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls 

Bang monster anger 

Bop through the halls with bangers 

Live God like the Abbot of all chambers. 

[jail interlude]